Rachel, from the UK, discusses her hatred of saffron buns and Lucia, why you can’t name your kid Ikea here, and lots of talk about stabbing!
All on this week’s podcast episode of “Life in the Land of the Ice and Snow.” Hope you enjoy it!
Last night, my husband and I went to a restaurant called “I Love Bibimbap.” That’s the name of the restaurant. It’s never made any sense to me. Also, I think a few years ago it was called “U Love Bibimbap.” I guess that could have been seen as false advertising so they changed it? Either way, it’s a very strange name for a restaurant.
We also have reservations soon for a restaurant called “Surfers.” Yes, Surfers. In Stockholm, Sweden. And the food is Asian, not even seafood.
This got me thinking about other odd names for Stockholm restaurants that bother me. These are all real restaurants in Stockholm:
Pugsly’s Coffee Shop
Toss the Salad
Whenever we go to a Starbucks in the U.S., my husband (Måns) uses a fake name because it’s impossible for the workers to understand his name. He likes to use the name “Storm” because he feels it’s easy to understand and spell.
This backfired in Boston. When he gave his “Storm” name, the man working the register said, “Wow, is that really your name?”
Thinking the guy just thought it sounded cool and wanting to hurry, my husband said, “yeah.”
Then the man goes, “That’s my name too!”
And sure enough, his name tag said “Storm.”
In Sweden, every day has a name attached to it. Why is this? I really don’t have time to Google it, I gotta pick up my kids in 20 minutes.
Anyway, when the day with your name comes up on the calendar, people here congratulate you on your namesday and you might get a little cake or treat.
When I first found out about this, I was in at the word “cake.” Then to my disappointment, I remembered that “Heather” was not a Swedish name and there was no Heather Day in the calendar.
I did the only thing I could do – I picked another female “H” name to celebrate. (Not an easy task.) And that name is….. “Hedvig!”
So every October 15, please refer to me as Hedvig. I’m not missing out on my cake.